A Starless Existence {boyxboy}

Chapter 6

Kyree was awakened by the sounds of a hushed conversation. One voice was Ambrose's, whose arms he still laid in happily, the other was his mother's. Choosing to remain motionless as though he was still asleep, Kyree listened to the two talking.

"Don't worry, Mrs Landon, nothing happened between me and Ky last night. He couldn't sleep so I joined him, that's all," Ambrose's voice was groggy, his mother must have woken him just a few minutes before.

"Ambrose, I have no objections to you having relations with my Kyree. He's just... he's fragile. I don't know if you know about his previous partner-"

"Alexander, yes, I know what happened. I've been trying to help Kyree deal with his grief, that's why he's sleeping with me," Yennifer was silent for a second, obviously taking in what Ambrose had said. Kyree was more taken aback by the anger that didn't surface when his ex-fiance's name was mentioned.

"Oh, well, then thank you. My sweet Ky hasn't been the same since Alexander's passing, maybe you staying here will be a blessing to him as well as to you. If you can find who Ky used to be, my husband and I will owe you more than our lives."

"I hope to do that, Mrs Landon, Kyree deserves happiness," with a few more seconds of silence, Kyree heard the door click shut quietly and sat up, a soft chuckle slipping out of his mouth when he glimpsed the startled look on Ambrose's face.

"You act all tough but you're a sensitive soul, Ambrose, I don't know if that side of you is truly fit to be the king of hell. Rational thought has a tendency to dwindle when sentiment and sensitivity get involved," Ambrose smiled a warm smile at Kyree, his grey-blue eyes glinting in the soft light of the room.

"Being nice does not equate to sentiment and sensitivity. I happen to be very cold when I need to be, Kyree," Kyree shared in Ambrose's smile as he rose from the bed, pulling on some black sweatpants, "where are you going?"

"My job, unlike yours, requires training everyday," Ambrose sat up, pulling on the jeans he had been wearing the previous day and the same shirt too.

"Mind if I join you? I would like to see my knight in action," Kyree chuckled, leading Ambrose down to the home gym, seeing Idella waiting on the mat.

"You're la-" Idella stopped abruptly when he saw Ambrose following Kyree.

"Sorry, Idella, I didn't want to wake your brother and I wasn't informed of any sort of schedule," Ambrose leant against the unpainted plain brick wall, propping one of his legs up as he flashed a small smirk to Kyree.

"Oh, it's fine, Your Majesty," Idella uttered quickly, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"Idella, please, call me Ambrose. There is no need for such formalities," Kyree chuckled, gaining a glare from his brother, he knew Idella hated how relaxed Kyree was with Ambrose. Then again, Idella hadn't been fucked by him.

"Can't you ever wear a shirt, Ky?" Idella frowned at his brother's bare chest, knowing all too well that Kyree rarely wore a full outfit when training. Kyree merely responded by kicking Idella's leg out from under him and knocking him onto the floor.

"Can't you ever put up a decent fight, little brother?" Kyree held out a hand to the scowling Idella, who batted it away and pulled himself to his feet by himself. When Idella's back hit the mat for the third time, Ambrose interrupted.

"Mind if I cut in, Idella?" he asked politely, pulling off his shirt. He was just about as muscular as Kyree, but his skin was much smoother, without the scars and bruising that came with daily training.

"Of course," Idella stumbled, moving off the mat quickly. Ambrose took his place, mischief glinting in his eyes as he smirked at Kyree. Kyree returned the smirk, expecting to win yet another easy fight. His overconfidence added to his surprise when his back hit the mat for the first time in a long time and all air was knocked from his lungs.